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Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Ford |
617 |
We burn daylight: here, read, read; perceive how I
might be knighted. I shall think the worse of fat
men, as long as I have an eye to make difference of
men's liking: and yet he would not swear; praised
women's modesty; and gave such orderly and
well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness, that I
would have sworn his disposition would have gone to
the truth of his words; but they do no more adhere
and keep place together than the Hundredth Psalm to
the tune of 'Green Sleeves.' What tempest, I trow,
threw this whale, with so many tuns of oil in his
belly, ashore at Windsor? How shall I be revenged
on him? I think the best way were to entertain him
with hope, till the wicked fire of lust have melted
him in his own grease. Did you ever hear the like?
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4] |
Mistress Ford |
2257 |
And till he tell the truth,
Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound
And burn him with their tapers.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
2265 |
I will teach the children their behaviors; and I
will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the
knight with my taber.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5] |
(stage directions) |
2654 |
[They burn him with their tapers]
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5] |
Hostess Quickly |
2656 |
Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme;
And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
SONG.
Fie on sinful fantasy!
Fie on lust and luxury!
Lust is but a bloody fire,
Kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart, whose flames aspire
As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.
Pinch him, fairies, mutually;
Pinch him for his villany;
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about,
Till candles and starlight and moonshine be out.
[During this song they pinch FALSTAFF. DOCTOR CAIUS]
comes one way, and steals away a boy in green;
SLENDER another way, and takes off a boy in white;
and FENTON comes and steals away ANN PAGE.
A noise of hunting is heard within. All the
Fairies run away. FALSTAFF pulls off his buck's
head, and rises]
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